Pardon for me a somewhat long, personal and serious post but I need to say this somewhere so here it goes.
I post here about wind a lot, as I don’t like it. The truth is, the older I get the more it scare me. This past year has been the worst ever - I couldn’t sleep the last few nights where it was blowing 40+ mph; my brain wouldn’t let me.
Talking with a therapist friend, it hit me. I lived through four tornadoes first-hand.
one hit my school in 5th grade and lifted part of our roof off.
one hit our house at 11:30 pm and ripped it to shreds - the center closet we were in was one of the seven walls still standing
one hit our house again a year and a half later around dusk and took part of the roof off
one hit as we were crappie fishing at night. We were tied up under a bridge and saw the storm coming but stayed because it was safe from lightning. Well the wind shredded our lines and pontoon boat capsized at 1 am in the middle of a tornado in a lake full of water moccasins.
I have untouched persona trauma that wind is now reliving. I’m going to work through it but it will take time. Thanks for letting me rant.